It really does....

In 8th grade my best friend was this metal head named Jim. We were pretty damn tight...we did everything together...Not to mention he lived down the street. At that time we were not into any kind of drugs. So the end of Middle School Came then came 9th grade. In 9th grade I barely ever talked to Jim. He seemed to find a new group of friend, and a lot of them were druggies. But that wasn't why I was mad at him, it was because he just completely stopped being my friend.

So then 10th grade came along (the grade I'm in now) and I started to get into smoking the herb myself, and I knew Jim smoked a lot of herb and did a lot of psychadelics. So this last friday my other friend from the start (who also smoked the herb) called me up. It was to ask me if I wanted to smoke and hang with Jim. I was not about to pass this oppurtunity up to smoke with a long lost friend.

So it was just a good day....smoked a lot of pretty dank stuff and then we all took a walk all over the area. We talked a lot about how it used to be and what happened to our friendship. Needless to say he opened up on the weed and was so "I missed you guys sooooo much"

That's my story....and now we're friends again.
MotleyCrueBoy24 Reviewed by MotleyCrueBoy24 on . Ganja Brings People Together It really does.... In 8th grade my best friend was this metal head named Jim. We were pretty damn tight...we did everything together...Not to mention he lived down the street. At that time we were not into any kind of drugs. So the end of Middle School Came then came 9th grade. In 9th grade I barely ever talked to Jim. He seemed to find a new group of friend, and a lot of them were druggies. But that wasn't why I was mad at him, it was because he just completely stopped being my friend. Rating: 5